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I'm glad this will be starting soon.... It'll be leaving us [i]gasping[/i] for more XD I hope everyone has a fun death.... The Drowned Lady will be more than happy to share hers ^^ EDIT: I'm surprised we don't have a chef or kitchen based ghost.....

OOC: And just does what noise is it that is the cheesecracker sound? Or do I even want to know, given the other 'colorful' noises? Anya felt the mighty heave of Saio's dildonator, and she flew of of those fat rolls faster than a fat kid going for rolls. "Saio! I'm out!" She cried, rolling to a stop on the ground with her ass in the air, in anything but a ladylike position. Looking up, then she saw it... the bike racks.... falling.... The automotive section... the pet food asiles... the toothpaste aisle....the pharmacy.... the make-up aisles....All going to be wrecked thanks to the domino effect. "Congratulations, Saio, you're DUMBASS OF THE YEAR!" She screamed, still in the position she had landed in. "YOU DESERVE A FREAKING MEDAL FOR THAT ONE!" Struggling into a sitting position, Anya's hands went into her purse, instinctively reaching for her gun. Thankfully, it was still in her purse. She pulled it out, sat there for a moment, yawned, and then aimed her gun directly behind her. [i]BLAM![/i] An emo sunk to it's knees, blood gushing from its cardiac muscles. "Life... is... such.... misery...." It gasped, before falling into a puddle of its own blood, and having spattered the stuffed animals in the toy department. Anya wriggled her toes, and smiled. Her plan had worked. Wal-Mart officially owed her a new pair of shoes. Standing, she had no problems blasting away at the crowd gathering around the almighty team and their newcomer. The toy department took a devastating hit, Large holes were blasted through the cheap metal shelving, making them appear with a likeness closer to Swiss cheese than shelves of toys. "This is fun!" Anya cried. "It's a great way to releive stress!"

I just bought and watched Devil May Cry, and I totally want Dante and Lady. The anime can only be described as Sexy and Awesome.

Anya looked over and saw Dane there, he wide eyed at the beast before him. Anya pulled out her whip from her hand back, cracking it against the monster's back. Unfortunately, there was no response. Anya stood there, shocked. "No one can resist my love lashes!" [b] The Gothopotamus[/b] Charged, warbling at the top of its fat encased lungs. Anya looked down, and at her high heels. Did she really want to have the chance of losing them, deep within the many fat folds of the beast? Did she truely want to lose her shoes? The answer was yes. It would be an excuse to get some new ones, and at the expense of Wal-Mart.Taking a running jump, she lifted off of the ground, moving in to slam her foot into the back of its head. But, her calculations were off. A lot. She dropped down, plowing into the fat of the monster, and suddenly she was neck deep into the soft and wrinkled flesh of its generous fat. Under her, she could feel the many M&Ms and Hershey bars that had become lost within the skin of [b]The Gothopotamus.[/b] "HELP ME!" she yelled, unable to get free. "Help me before I'm forced to use my PMS!"

Name: The Drowned Lady Manifestations: This particular spirit is still a force of mystery surrounding her identity. Always seen as a sopping wet female figure with a terrible wound across the side of her forehead, the Drowned Lady appears to be more of a freshly animated corpse that has just crawled from the briny deeps. She still bears a striking semblence to her former body, it barely having had a chance to bloat and disfigure her fine curves. Her skin is a mottled blueish grey, dark purple veins rippling visibly just beneathe her skin. She is apparent to be a woman of great beauty, her lips full and lush, her lashes long, and her nose small and delicate. Her deep red hued hair was in a bun, though now it hangs streaked about her face, clinging stringily. Her lipstick is faded, and her mascara has bled down her face like tear trails. Her black dress is tight, and clings to her body, soaking wet and leaving nothing to the imagination. The bottom of this dress is comprised of a mass of ribboned bows, curls, and waves of fabric, dingy white in color. The very air around her is think and cloying, exuding the essence of her watery death. Personal Description: When the discovery of the tragedy took place, the Poolhouse contained one body. It was a woman's body, though the water had already taken its toll upon her flesh, rendering her unidentifiable. What's more, the grand piano housed within the poolhouse for the parties held in the summer was found to have been pushed into the pool to weigh the body down. Because of this fact, as well as a few noted documents and knowledge of the family, the Drowned Lady is thought to be the spirit of Rolina De Fonte, a young up and coming female pianist and wife of the youngest son of the Rosengard family. Before and after her marriage to Reston Rosengard, she was often an invited perdormer to the almost legendary balls and parties the Rosengards held, and always played sitting at the very piano found in the pool. According to many people questioned, it was well known that the Rosengards weren't to be having another of these parties for some time. It was this and the fact her husband's body was not among those found that begged the question as to why Rolina would even be at the Rosengard estate. Power Card: WATERWORKS: Once this card is activated, heavily chlorined and putrid water floods into the room via any means nessassary, spraying from broken pipes, gurgling up from sinks and toilets, raining down from chandeliers, or blasting through holes in the walls. It has not been unknown for the water to simply bubble up from the floorboards and carpet. The water always appears regardless of the fixtures in the room. If the door into the room is shut, the room will flood to capacity with water, allowing the Drowned Lady to share with the occupants her watery, gasping death.

Turning her head, Anya heard a blood curdling scream. At her feet were the exploded remains of the emos. Sighing, she lept from shelf to shelf, to find Saio screaming as The Gothoptomus moved to attack. Jumping down, she simed her gun, blasting away as she approached Saio. The Gothopotomus simply shook itself, and the tink tink tink of bullets hitting the floor could be heard. "It's tough..." she remarked. "She held her hand out to Saio to help him up, her gun still aimed at The Gothopotomus. "Think we can take it on?" She asked.

Anya stepped into the building, ignoring all of the emos. The actual girls eyeballed her, and began to sniffle and groan. "Why can't I have tits like that?" "Because you're a whiny ***** who can't afford them." She replied, which only made the girl begin to cry. "Oh my god..." Pulling her handgun out from her purse, she blasted a round into the girl's head. The crying stopped. Wandering around, she spotted what she needed, though it was surrounded by emo kids. Tampax. A woman's most trusted friend. She walked over to the shelf, though the sad expressions on their faces turned to tears -again- when she bumped into one. The emos began to whine "That was our friend... she was so full of life." Anya snorted and pulled out her whip. The emo kids were beginning to whimper, and beginning to advance on her. A distant explosion rocked the ladies hygine section, causing the Emos to loose their footing. Taking the opportunity, she cracked her whip across the back of one of the emos.... and [i]BROUGHT A SMILE TO HIS FACE.[/i] "Ungh... it hurts so good..." "That'll be $19.95 for solving all your emotional problems." Anya said, though she didn't have a chance to collect. The emos were standing again.... Ready to come after her. "Where's Saio when you need him?" She clammored up the shelves, causing the Emos to stop and stare at her now exposed lacy black panties. "So nice... I'll never have one..." one of them said. Realizing it was her panties that they saw, she looked down. They were all nearly identical, what with all of that eyeliner and natty hair. Managing to stand on top of the shelf, she cocked her gun. "You fuckers are dead... Looking up my dress..." [i]BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM![/i]

Fandom.... why did you choose to be THAT realchat character??? Wig monsters... that's just the sprinkles on a sundae..... Name: Anya Romanov A.K.A 'That one crazy ***** over there..." Description: [center]Double Double Toil and Trouble Add some mensturation Add some cabernet Now you're wrong no matter what you say![/center] She's in heels, pantyhose (which are starting to ride up her crack), a garter, a dress, and a bra that squeezes her tits together with the use of a wire. And guess what? She's armed. Appearence: Anya is always seen in a rather revealing chinese style red dress, with a peek of her purple, lacy bra visible. She wears matching red ankh earrings, and red high heels.Her hair is a mass of dark red, curly and luxurious hair. She's wearing dark purple lipstick, and matching eyeshadow. Equipment: A riding crop, a hand gun, handcuffs, and a whip.

Let's play MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA Name: Anastasia "Anya" Velek Age: Unknown, estimated to be between 18-22 Hails: Russia Occupation: Relic Hunter Classification: Spellcaster Weapons/Special Attacks: Anya weilds a powerful MAGE Blaster. A magical bit of explosive fun, the bullets for this gun contain various kinds of spells. Her fondest spells to fire are her lightning bolt spells or her fireball spells. Talents: She's quite the accomplished spellslinger. She's masters several schools of magic, and can cast with ease almost all of them. Personality: She's a bright girl, and easy to talk to, when not armed or wearing a dress and high heels. She's a crasher, a basher, and a shredder or her enemies. She hates it when innocent people are taken advantage of, and loves to go off into the forgotten corners of the world to find long forgotten treasures of humanity's great past. :History: She has no past, she suffers from amnesia. She can't remember anything from beyond fours years prior to the present day. She simply woke up one day, lying on the roof of a ruined building in what remained of Moscow with the MAGE lying next to her, a single shot fired. Since, she has taken to the life of a wanderer and treasure hunter.

go for it dude.

*shakes her groove thang to aid in erasing the memory*

Mrs. Strong? *hides from the evident power of this mystery woman* Inu will be on later, he's been blasted with more bad news.

Anya looked on at the screen as Zeke walked in. A wooden staircase was appearing on stage, seemingly from no where. Even to her, knowing what was going on, the circus still yet amazed her. "Hey Anya, what's up in here?" He threw off his short cape and his mask, moving to sit next to Anya. "Just watching the show. I'm not all that sure why, but I like to watch." "It's no surprise. I do too. We're the ones who make the Carnival what it is... no wonder the Circus is so popular if even we're mesmerized by it." Anya shrugged. "How so very true. Anyway, look." Pointing at the screen, she smiled. "Ness is singing again." Zeke leaned foreward, his own mouth in a smile. "Alot of people come just to see her sing. Think we'll get more offers for her to go work for some music deal?" "Naturally. we get them all the time." Anya replied. At the moment, Cinderella was singing again, while the many other performers emulated her. Several were dressed like mice, scurying around and trying in vain to help her. They made a comical appearence, much like the loved characters of the fairy tale in presentations from long ago. "Shouldn't you be getting ready? Aren't you in the next scene?" Zeke shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose. But it won't take me long. See ya." He walked out of the room, leaving Anya to her thoughts.

I have dibs on being the ringleader >.> But, let's see what other people come up with ^^ It's too bad we couldn't do beauty and the beast.... though ballroom scenes would be great for cinderella...

Anya looked over to Zeke, though it was only a fleeting glance. She was the only visible person on the stage, and to the crowd, it appeared as if she walked on air at eye level, as the seats for the crowd were raised above the stage itself. The crowd was spell bound by her, as she bowed. She resembled a three ring circus leader, though her attire simply poked fun at masculine attire. She wore a white bathing suit, showing off her perfect though muscular legs, with a white vest adorned with overly large silver buttons, and showing off her enormous breasts. She also wore a bright red sequined overcoat with black lapels, and off set by her much to big bow tie, the entire outfit making her appear whimsical and fun, not slutty. "Welcome one and all to the Scrapmetal Circus! At the beginning of every show, we hold a special perfcormance just for our esteemed guests. Join us in our delight as we bring to life the tale of Cinderella, a girl with dreams as big as her heart." Anya snapped her fingers, and several cloaked figures began to appear in flashes of light. In reality, the holograms hiding them were disipating. They were dressed like sorcerers, and a dark pink mist began to filter through the stage, being yet another hologram. Anya lifted her hand up, seemingly only pointing at the ceiling, unill a sparkle appeared, glittering brightly. It rose as she lifted her hand above her, glowing brighter and growing larger. Suddenly, the bright light shot up from her hand, and then mere seconds later, exploded with thunderous effect. Silver sparkles rained down, appearing as if to 'paint' reality, revealing the stage itself as Anya seemingly disappeared. She jumped down about thirty feet, and jumped down under the stage before the performers could begin their routine. Above her, she knew very well that the 'sorcerers' were throwing off their cloaks to begin dancing on the enourmous trampoline set, given a shiny silver motif, as if somehow related to regal decor. Anya smiled as she walked over to the backstage dressing rooms, to watch a few scenes on a television before she went out again to announce intermission. She wasn't alone as she entered into the cool room, kept as such because many of the bio-androids were hot after they went onto the stage and so came here to change for another scene and to cool off. Looking up at the monitor, Anya smiled, seeing the performance from the perspective of the audience. It was no surprise to her the Circus was to popular, they were indeed amazing and perplexing. Granted, the technology behind it all was state of the art, but that didn't matter to the crowd. The weaving of fantasy into reality attracted a large number of families with young children, and it was mostly for those children they performed. Laughter and smiles beat mayhem and destruction any day, at least to her.

Hm. seems we have quite a few people playing... i hope this one won't die like the last one. I want to know what everyone wants to do in the Circus....

I'd go for the phantom of the opera.... how about beauty and the beast?

Military File: ZX-01000000 'Anya Romanov' Age: 45 Gender: Female height: 6' 9" Weight: 329.0 lbs Classification: PROTOTYPE MODEL External weaponry: She welds dual pistols housed in holsters located in her her upper thighs. She also still carries her retrofitted parts, custom made just for her in battle. These include her mobile laser canon/ levitation genodes. However, these are external, and must be attached before battle. Specialty Components: Nanotek Synthesizer High Speed Reactor Prototype model B Specialty C Class muscle tissue Arm mounted Laser Cannon Arm mounted Boomer Class missile launcher XLR Radiator System Berserker Protocol Bio-mech organs Telepresence Abilities Original Usage: Infiltration and Espionage Android Status: DESTROYED Known History: Anya was a massive technological advancement, she was to be one of the machines leading the way for the Intergalactic Military Police. She was an early frontier model, built for maintaining the peace and having the final say. Anya was also one of the first bio-android models built as well as the first ZX type ever produced, so she has undergone many retrofittings through out the years of her service to keep her as efficient as possible and be able to keep up with newer models. Her expeirience makes her a valuable commodity, one the Military doesn't want to lose. After serving faithfully for decades, she was settled into a teacher position. But, even as time went by, she felt she was being shoved aside. But, the time came again when she was sent on another mission, this time, her mission ending in failure. On receiving orders to destroy a civilian vessel because it happened to have witnessed the operation, she refused the order, and sent her own ship carreening into the mothership. The explosion is thought to have destroyed Anya. Pesonality Sidenotes: Anya doesn’t mean to be defensive; it just comes naturally. Moody, introspective, and private, she can be harder to get close to than any other machine. Inside of that cool exterior is a deep, sensitive soul who will care about you more than anyone you’ve ever met, if you can only gain her trust. To other machines with a 'young' personality, she displays an unusually motherly attitude, being that everyone needs a parent, and she fits the bill nicely. Appearance: [IMG]http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh158/BJisRad/Ghost%20in%20the%20Shell/Motoko.jpg[/IMG]

Encountering the old yellow taxi was a surprise, but she paid it no mind. Unleashing her machine guns, the bullets flew at the Taxi. It managed to move itself out of the way, though Miss Demeanor could see the faintly glowing red spikes along the bottom of the enemy. Jetting forth, her own car responded in kind. The hatch of the car popped open, and seven long, spiked chains sprung forth. Slamming on the brakes, Miss Demeanor smiled and spun her car into a 360 degree spin, slashing the blades attached to her chains across the passenger side of the taxi. "Screw you, cunt!" he screamed, and Miss demeanor felt her car rock from something slamming into it and exploding. Her car was special now, some kind of energy was infused into it, allowing it to take more damage than one expected. Calypso had said he would need to mess with her car... Either that, or the weapon fired hadn't been able to do as much damage as she assumed. "So, Calypso wants this to last awhile... Good thing those regenerator stations are here." Gunning her engine, she rocketed away, just as the station wagon entered into the fray as well just as the compactor exploded. "Under fire! Multiple Targets!" Riley's voice cracked over her com radio. Looking to her right and left, two cars had slammed down on either side of her. They rebuilt themselves, and over her radio came a voice. [COLOR="Red"]"Well, I see you've met two of my friends. They were such good competitors in the last tournament, I thought I'd give them another run."[/COLOR] The voice laughed, and the radio went dead. Peeling out clouds of dirt, Miss Demeanor sped away from possibly being double teamed. She turned her car aound, just as another vehicle sped into the junkyard and in front of them. A loud explosion rocked one of the enemy cars, the silver Stallion, demolishing the back end of it. Who ever this was, he was on their side. "Just how many people will be on each team?" She thought our loud. "Ah well. It doesn't matter." Putting the pedal to the metal, she roared back into battle, and used her special weapon again, reaving the Stallion's side. Pressing another button on her dash board while she spun, she watched as her right headlight flipped down, sending a rocket roaring at the taxi opposite her backside. It slammed into the front fender, exploding loudly and sending the taxi into a tail spin. Heading for the taxi again, she pressed the buttons on her dash, send a barrage of different weapons at the taxi. A loud explosion resounded from the taxi, and when the smoke cleared, the driver was dead and his taxi demolished. "One down, two to go."

Miss Demeanor rolled into the junkyard, knowing well the presence she felt. A spirit controlled the junkyard, she could feel it was a young boy. Calypso had approached here mere hours ago, promising her a wish if she played his game. Her car bumped and rolled, and it seemed as if she was being watched. Soon enough, she indeed came upon the spirit, puffing away on a cigarrette, and sitting on a wrecked car. She could still smell ever so faintly the air of blood around it. The boy was physical, though not alive. He smelled of nothing, though he did exude a powerful air. The ancient car roared, though it sounded horribly out of tune. The headlights flashed on, temporarily blinding Miss Demeanor. Her bright and flashy car stopped, and she got out. "So, you're one of my team mates? You're just a kid." "But I happen to have some very special tricks up my sleeve." The car began to roll forward, the engine sputtering out. But, the car didn't stop, it just moved closer to her own. "You see, I'm not among the living. I wish to return to life. That's why I'm playing this game." "And I'm out for number one." She replied. The station wagon, in the condition it was in, and the fact it was moving, both slightly disoriented her. This was someone who had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. She could exploit that.

Anya smirked, her expression cool and calm as she raced along the mounds of discarded scrapmetal and various other things. The wrecked liner loomed ahead, she keeping her eyes on the prize. "Carnival, come in. Come in Carnival." Anya's data link with the carnival activated, she now in direct communication with it. "We've spotted a ruined space liner. Going to investigate, but the wounds to the ship look to be fresh." "Very well. Those might be the parts we need. Be careful." The captain replied. "If nessessary, come back. CP is out scouting right now." "Gotcha. I hope nothing happens, but be prepared. This space liner doesn't bode well." "Roger. Over and out." Anya steered the hover craft near a pile of promising wreckage, where upon Burt jumped down to look through it. Burt's arm started beeping, and Burt swore. "Junk! All of it!" "Well, we might not have a choice about going into that liner. Are you guys up for it?" Stomping on the accelerator, Anya could only help but feel as if they were somehow waltzing into a trap.

Enjoy. I didn't know for sure if it was zombies you had in store for us, but, ah well.

Tahlia raised her gun to her forehead, the moans were getting louder. She had a full chamber, eight shots. Eight very powerful shots. She was a good marksman -er, woman- and almost never missed her targets. Originally, she had bought this gun simply for protection. Tahlia peeked around the corner, and saw them. They moved slowly, though the white eyes were tell tale signs these poor people had already lost their lives. Tahlia's eyes brimmed with tears, knowing she might have to unload her bullets into these innocent people, they themselves long gone from their bodies. Blinking her tears away, she barreled from around the corner, aiming at one of them. her eye glanced downward, and she aimed her gun into the red barrel. A loud explosion rocked the building, and Tahlia dodged ceiling tiles as they came crashing down around her. Her white nurses' uniform was already stained and dirty, she'd been running like this for days. Out onto the street she went, the dim light of the street lamps no comfort. She was out in the open, a very dangerous place.

Tahlia Rember 25 Nursing Assistant Tahlia is a worker at a local hospital, and in her off time, she goes out to a local shooting range, always keeping her magnum pistol in her car. Never in her wildest drems did she think these things would ever happen to her. Now, she has no choice but to survive.

I just buy mine based on looks. and i'm thrilled with the choices i've made.